around the horn with the hall

The Signs as Music Hoe Aesthetics
  • Aries: The slight rumbling you feel on the floor when you sit in front of the percussion
  • Taurus: the sound of the orchestra tuning, and you already feel your heart beating faster from a simple concert A
  • Gemini: The low chatter of anticipation from the audience before the performance
  • Cancer: Music torn at the edges with pencil writings scrawled all over the notes, a testament to somebody's time and passion
  • Leo: The feeling of playing a piece memorized; not just thinking about the notes but letting the music and your fingers work their magic
  • Virgo: The bright reflective lights on the keys of woodwinds and brass in the shining concert lights
  • Capricorn: When a person is so into the music that they start to dance and become a fluid structure, free and unbridled and emotional
  • Sagittarius: The feeling you get when you are in concert black with all of your friends, kind of like being a blurry smoke cloud in the night that moves together, breathes together, and performs together
  • Scorpio: when the string players are so into their music that their bow hairs start to fray and unravel and it's a mess of blurry lines moving like liquid silver
  • Libra: the conductor's arms, especially in staccato/scherzo moments, where movement is light and graceful and just there, showing its presence but not forcing it on
  • Aquarius: The adrenaline rush of playing a solo in a piece and the honor of standing up after it ends, where you have those few seconds just for you and only you
  • Pisces: The last note ringing around the air and the heavy, almost tangible silence which occurs for a microsecond afterwards

Pairing: Ivar x Reader
Summary: Reader belongs to Ivar but at night he belongs to her.
Warnings: HOLY SHIT SO NSFW, swearing, submission, praise!kink, explicit
Length: super long!!
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I walked up to the flowering altar, with my hands on my hips, admiring it at first and just the sight of it brought back memories. Ivar and I had been married no more than a few months now, wedded in the same exact spot in the woods.

I smiled, reaching out to touch it and started remembering how handsome he looked, his hair slicked back and resting nicely. His skin aglow from the setting sun, his tunic a strong blue to match his beautiful eyes. Bjorn had helped him find the right angle for his stool while Floki held him up on his back, waiting patiently.

The way my love looked sitting there on his stool when the drums had started, I recalled it clearly, the way he turned his whole body to see me, the sun hitting his face perfectly. How tightly he was holding and then wringing his hands, fidgeting nervously. The stunned smile when he finally saw me for the first time that day, holding an array of foliage in my hands as I made my way towards him.

My smile grew even more when I turned around and saw Ivar was sitting on a well made chair then, brought out special for him so he could watch his older brother be married up close. I walked up to him and smoothed down his hair, tucking it behind one of his ears. He lightly slapped my hand away with a smirk and raked his fingers through it, as if I had messed it up.

I raised an eyebrow, giving him a warning look and instead was about to talk to one of the other Shield-maidens joining the foray, when he caught my wrist and pulled me to sit side-ways in his lap. He cupped my face and kissed me as softly as only Ivar could imagine.

“I would behave myself if I were you, Ivar. You are playing a dangerous game.” I said lowly, nipping at his ear lobe. We were still newlyweds, nothing or no one bothered us. They all knew how in love we were with each other, getting caught fooling around wasn’t that abnormal in the slightest.

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Bendy in Toon Terror: Part 3

“The massive ink monster was also still; there were no more smaller ones to smash. The Thing turned it’s crooked horns and huge grin around slowly; from behind echoed a jazzy tune that bounced uncannily off the walls.”

An AU inspired by @shinyzango Written and Illustrated by myself. Now we’re getting somewhere!



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anonymous asked:

Surely 2011 Homestuck wasn't that bad? I mean, it sounds like a gross exaggeration.

You want to hear how gross of an exaggeration it was? Because my post didn’t even do it justice.

It was March 2011 when the first semblances of Homestuck began to seep through the wood and metal of the convention circuit. The unsuspecting convention goers had absolutely no idea what they were in for as little groups of kids with grey makeup and orange candy corn horns started around the con halls. People were curious, hell I was curious, but that’s all it was. Morbid curiosity.

It was around the time [S] ==> Kanaya Return To The Core was released that people finally hitched on and started getting into it.

And dear god was it hell.

Homestuck completely invaded the convention circuit, bringing in crowds of people ages 11 to 31, and a majority of them were kids. There were meetups every month for every occasion at every place you could imagine. Homestucks started to completely take over convention halls to the point where the dealers room all but emptied out whenever a photoshoot started. Promstuck was established and became a cemented part of convention going. Gamzee’s flooded the con halls at one point after he went crazy and people tried to recreate sopor pies.

People were sitting in bathtubs trying to sharpie dye their skin grey. Karkat cosplayers were having actual literal buckets thrown at their heads. Nicki Minaj’s ‘Turn Me On’ was a national anthem that sparked a music video. Children screaming ‘Fuckass’ in the hallways as they got their unsealed paint all over the walls and floors. There was at least one hundred Dave cosplayers at every photoshoot, and Photoshoots looked like this:

You see that Squarewave in the middle of the group? That’s me controlling the crowd around me. You want another example? Here:

That Kanaya with the cape in the middle is also me. Not good enough for you? How about this:

This was convention Homestuck. This was true nightmare. If you saw a horde of Homestucks coming at you, you fucking ran. There were literally hundreds of Homestucks back in 2011.

A video of a group of cosplayers sitting in a restaraunt, passing around a bucket and spitting in it caused outrage for everyone.

And then there was the tumblr side of it.

AU’s popped up for every conceivable thing. Broadwaystuck, Circusstuck, Dormstuck, Sadstuck, Any fucking thing you could think of, you slapped -stuck onto the end of it and it immediately became a reality. There were countless ask blogs for every character imaginable and the Homestuck Hype was real.

When the Cascade flash aired it crashed Newgrounds for two days.

‘FIRST!’ cosplays were a thing, and if you managed to make one you were heralded as a god. The Alpha Kids came into existence and everyone raced to cosplay them and to see who could name them, who could be them first. Canon urls became sacred and if you had one you were god.

There was a literal fight for the jadeharley url

Updates were daily, multiple times daily. It was the start of Octopimp’s Eridan and Tavros voices, it was how he got popular. Broadwaystuck sweeped tumblr like a plague and the words ‘Let me tell you about Homestuck’ became a threat. It was around the time I formed The Rose Lalonde Homestuck Thesis. Everywhere you looked, there was Homestuck. Hussie’s girlfriend was sending cease and desist’s to fanartists, Whatpumpkin didn’t even have Tshirts on it’s website yet. People kept skipping the Intermission to get to the trolls. And then Cascade happened.

Then the fandom went on Hiatus. A Megapause, if you will.

And then things started calming down. Once 2013 started, it was as if nothing had ever happened. Homestuck was still there, sure, but it was muted. Controlled. Expectant. As if anything that could happen now wasn’t anywhere near as bad as what had already transpired. Now we are but a shadow of the chaos that once was.

2011 Homestuck is not a gross exaggeration my friend. I lived through it. I survived.

It was exactly as bad as it sounds.

Happy Dinosaurs Day! This 65-million-year-old Triceratops in the Museum’s Hall of Ornithischian Dinosaurs has a large frill on the back of its skull, two large horns over its eyes, and a smaller horn on its nose. On the side of the skull on display is a partially healed injury, perhaps caused by a conflict with another Triceratops.

A Triceratops horn is the fossilized remains of what was once living bone. When this animal lived, the bone was covered in a material very similar to that in human fingernails. Technically, the term “horn” refers to the hard, thick covering around the bone; the horn was roughly 40 percent larger than the bone. The bone inside the horn is called a horn core.

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think of me

Here’s to you, @elnabu this is the fic that accompanies the shitty sketches i did back for ur bday, woman. I hope you like it xD

On an unrelated note, please tell me what you think of this, y'all (yes me and puns oops)

oh and I *am* in fact working on requests. this has been sitting in my phone for so long i just had to finish it xD

Kiss me.”

Cassian cannot hope to have heard her right.

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Captive!Monster Part 1

Originally posted by xesoteric-extraterrestrialx

You didn’t know how you ended up in this hell hole. OK maybe you knew but everything’s a blur at the moment. How couldn’t it? Everything in the facility was screaming; the scientists, securities, and of course, the beasts they countlessly experimented on.

           One particular beast, small enough that it reached your hips, was wrecking havoc on the computers equipments while the other one, big as an elephant roared so loud it reminded you of Godzilla.

           “There she is!” Someone yelled out. You turn your head towards to the source of the sound and your shoulders slumped in defeat.

           “Ah, shit…” You sighed out.

           Guns? Was it really necessary?

           The man on the right was ready to reload his gun and in a heartbeat you bolt your way to the rampaging elephant-like monster. You barely dodge it’s swinging fists and the various of beastly beings pass the giant, one almost stung you. Your breath was heavy and feet ache and you took a sharp turn to the corridor on your left but before your legs could carry any further, an ear splitting screech resonates around the hall.

           This one was big, not big as the elephant, but big enough to ride it as a horse and the way it dodges bullets and teasers reminded you like a feline on alert. The beast had a pair of horns, it curved inwards towards it’s face, it was at this time you realise the beast doesn’t have any eyes and it was replace by thick, smooth skin until their sharp canines that doesn’t have lips to cover them, saliva drooling freely from it’s chin.

           A pale looking guard shakily aimed his gun towards it before the monster snarled and pounced at the man, gnawing at his broken neck. A sound that resembles a yelp could be heard right behind you and if the beast had any eyes, they were definitely looking at you and the guards behind you.

           It growled deep and snapped it’s jaw in a threatening way. You took a careful step backwards while the others scary away in fear. The beast huffed from it’s slit nostrils, blood steamed down from its maw. It crawled towards you, human-like hands slide across the blood covered floor.

           You didn’t know it was stupidity, bravery, or adrenaline, hell maybe all three of them, to put your dominant hand up gently towards it.

           “Hey, hey, hey, I’m not going to hurt you b-big guy.” You urgently inform the beast, your eyes frantic but held that certain determination. “You want to escape right? Well same here buddy.” And the beast knew you were afraid and you knew too that it was afraid too.

           Loud steps echoes far behind you and it didn’t take a fly to know the monsters were going to meet their maker. A loud gasp escape from your lips when you were suddenly swooped up from the floor and onto the creature’s back.

           “Fuckfuckfuckfuck.” You hissed and held it’s horn tightly when the beast speeds it’s way towards the exit.  


By some miracle, you got out and remembered the way home with the help from the moon. The dusts from the plain clung to your sweaty skin and wounds while the beast gallops its way towards the direction you point.

Good thing your roof was tall enough for him to walk around with his hind legs.

“Stay still dammit!” The beast growled, hissed, and swatted your hand away when you press the alcohol swab against its wounds. You cuss under your breath, the wound needed stitches. “Stay.” You say to it to which the beast snarled in reply.

You ran back to your bathroom and brought out the pinprick to the large creature. The beast seem to notice the silver colored metal for it suddenly scurried back and snapped it’s maw. “Hey, hey, calm down.” You put your hands up instantly. “The wound needs stitches.” Its head shook left to right frantically and growled lowly, daring you to take a step forward but you took it anyways.

No! No more! The sudden splitting headache and the deep booming voice that came from the creature made you fall to the carpeted floor. No more needles. It roared again inside your mind. You took a breath and held your hand up again.

“Okay, no more needles,” you pant “Point taken big guy.” It walked towards you and then lay on all fours, nudging your cheek with its snout.

Forgive me… It nudges your cheek again. I meant no harm. You chuckled and put your palm gently on its forehead. The beast flinched at first but tried to stay still.

“What’s your name?”

It huffed.

They call me Five.

The Shadows Under the Window

This came from a little half-dream I had, when I’d started to wake up but was kind of dozing off again.  (Also I don’t know how formatting works for submissions so if you need to add a ‘keep reading’ somewhere feel free)

It happens to so many of us.

Perhaps you’re up late studying or putting the final touches on a paper; perhaps it’s the weekend, your friends are out of town and your roommate has already gone to bed, leaving you to your own thoughts.  Some nights the shadows collecting like dust in the corners of your dorm room beyond the pale glow of your laptop screen will seem to press a little closer, the branches swaying in the fog outside your window will sound a little more like fingernails on the glass.  For some, those are the nights you leave an extra cup of milk outside your door and double-check the clasp of your iron chain before you go to bed.    But for others, those are the nights you find yourself thinking: “I wonder…”

Don’t break the salt line in the doorway as you leave; leave a note for your roommate, just in case.

In the older history building, some of the first floor has been renovated, but the second floor never has.  The classrooms up there are always faintly musty and the blackboards never seem to get clean no matter how much you try and erase them.  The one in the far eastern corner of the building, the least used of any on that floor,  is crowded with too many of those old wooden chairs with the desks attached.  Classes held there sometimes find handprints on the blackboard in the mornings.  Whoever comes in first erases them and leaves a packet of butter or coffee creamer on their chair when they leave.  The main entrance is the only door to stay unlocked at night.  Make sure the salt packets are still in your pockets before you go inside; say a polite hello to the slender cat-shaped shadow sitting under the streetlight as you pass.

Bring a pen and paper with you, and an offering– depending on your request, you may need more than dining-hall butter or cream cheese packets.  A bottle of Bailey’s, heavy cream, even a pint of good vanilla ice cream could earn you a bit of extra favor.  

Move quietly once you’re inside; don’t let the front door slam behind you when you come in, don’t run up the stairs.  Take your time down the second-floor hallway.  Stay aware of your surroundings, but don’t look too closely into the shadows or the windows in the doors of the other rooms.  

Open the door of the eastern classroom slowly.  There will be a deep shadow in the farthest corner from the door, just under the windows where the light of the streetlamp doesn’t quite clear the sill.  Sit down in the light, on the floor near the corner.  Face into the shadows, but leave a few feet between you and them.  Be still.  Don’t turn around.  You may feel someone watching you, hear a creak like someone settling into a chair; don’t turn around.

The eyes-crawling-up-your-back feeling will fade if you sit and wait.  The door might open and click softly closed again behind you.  They will leave you be if you leave Them be.

If you wait long enough, she will come, should it please her to.  The corner will be empty.  You will blink, and she will be there.  Try not to jump.  

A small, slight figure, slender and pale. Round dark china-doll eyes will study you from the shadows as long cornsilk-blonde hair drapes around her head and shoulders.  Set your offering on the floor between you, and when she nods her approval write your question down and hold the paper out to her.  Don’t let your hand cross into the shadows.  You may feel, for just a moment as she takes it from you, a faint cool touch like fingertips across your wrist, though her child-sized hand does not leave the shadow under the window.  Keep your hands in your lap, out of reach, while she reads.

If you request a favor, remember the rules: be polite, choose your words carefully, gamble with nothing you can’t afford to lose.  If she accepts, she will look up at you and nod.  If she refuses, she will give you back the paper.  Bow politely where you sit before rising to leave.  

She may grant the occasional favor, but most come to her for questions.  The sort of questions with answers hinted at in whispers in dark dorm rooms and notes of caution left on study room desks, that make students who have Seen touch their iron and walk a little faster.  There are risks to asking too much, of course, and every answer has its price, but if you want to Know, she will tell you.  Her voice will sound like a whisper into a porcelain teapot, muted and echoing at the same time; her lips will never seem to move.

(You may notice, as she speaks, that you have yet to see her blink)

When she has answered your question, tell her you appreciate her time– keep your voice low– and that you will remember your agreement.  She will nod, and as you bow and rise to leave you will hear the hiss of tearing paper.  Don’t turn around; keep your pace even as you walk to the door.  As you open the door, you may glimpse from the corner of your eye the movement as she brings her hands to her mouth, or hear the sound of someone chewing as you step into the hall.  If you glance back into the room the reflected light from the window, moving as you close the door, may momentarily cast a shadow on the wall in the far back corner; a shadow seven feet high with deer-like branching horns and long hands with too many fingers.  Don’t stare; doesn’t matter what it looked like, you saw nothing.  Shut your eyes if you have to.  Close the door softly and walk out of the building the same way you came in.  Walk with purpose, but don’t rush; keep your wits about you, as always.

Should you glance back up at the window of the eastern classroom (don’t) you might see a white face in the window for just a moment, a small hand pressed against the glass.

Eyes forward.  Walk back to your dorm; be polite to the shadows but don’t linger.  Make sure the door latches behind you when you enter the building.  Watch the salt line by your door when you get back to your room.  If the milk or butter is gone, set out more before you lock the door for the night.  Put the note aside out of sight (no need to worry your roommate, and you never know when you might need it again).  Check your iron chain again before you go to bed.

Don’t forget where you heard what you learned.  She won’t.  


Cherry // Cheryl Blossom imagine

“(Y/N)? Hey, whats up?” Your friend answered the phone, her voice confused.
She used to be your best friend, the girl you did everything with. You hadn’t talked since your fathers got arrested. Both of your moms blamed the other, they had been childhood friends, so the feud was ugly.
“Betrayal,” your mom would remind you, “runs thick with the Lodge’s. You can’t even trust their party girl daughter.”
“(Y/N)? You there?”
“Yeah, Ronnie. Um, mom decided we’re moving to Riverdale.” You braced for the cold answer and swift hang up, but instead you got a loud gasp.
“For real? Riverdale, Riverdale? Like where I am?”
“Yup.”  She sounded excited.
“Im so glad our parents could come to an impasse, thrilled, I’ve missed you! I can’t believe I get to see you again! Do you think you’ll make it outside of New York?”
“Chances are slim, but I guess that as long as you’re by my side I will be fine.”
“Who is that?” Betty asked. Archie followed her eyes to see Veronica walking, arms linked, with a stranger.
“My guess is you’ve been replaced.” Jughead teased, reaching his hand over to Archie’s plate to grab a few fries.
The stranger laughed, throwing her head back and Veronica leaned into her shoulder, giggling. The raven haired girl motioned to the table where the three were sitting and they walked over.
“Guys, this is (Y/N). She just moved here from Manhattan.”
“Manhattan? Did you two know each other?”
“Archiekins, Manhattan is big, very big, 1.6 million people big. But yes. I knew her.” Betty giggled. “We were best friends growing up, the experiences we have shared… The stores we’ve shopped, the arrests we’ve witnessed.”
(Y/N) blushed lightly and averted her eyes, she wasnt ready to admit her father had done any wrong to the world, but inside she despised him for everything he was (not) worth.
“Anyway, roll call, say here. Archie, Betty, Jughead.” (Y/N) shook hands, exchanged pleasantries. Jughead made room for her to sit next to him.
“So any extracurriculars I can help get you started back with?” Betty asked.
“Well, back home I was with the paper/yearbook club and volleyball and cheer seasonally.” Betty perked up, Jughead sent her a pointed look and shook his head.
“Do you plan on doing cheer AND volleyball this year? Thats a lot-”
“Oh I’m not sure, honestly.”
“Would you be interested in joining the paper? I’m editor and if you can show me some things you have written then I can get you on.”

(Y/N) promised to bring a few papers by the news room, Betty insisted she come by after school to see cheer practice to decide if she wanted to join.

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Hvitserk Liking You Headcanons

-Once Hvitserk realizes that he likes you he starts to get nervous around you and tries to cover it by acting even cockier than usual.

-Whenever you are around he each other he will start cracking a million jokes and hoping to make you laugh.

-He does of course also flirt with you, but his cocky behavior makes his flirtation seem over the top making you think that he is just playing around. This is the major reason behind you not realizing how he really feels.

-Hvitserk not telling his brothers about how he feels about you, but Ubbe figuring it out pretty quickly.

-Hvitserk trying to figure out if there is anyone else trying to court you without making it obvious that he wants to.

-Sometimes taking the extra opportunity to talk to you by bringing you a horn of ale during a feast.

-Hvitserk not being able to keep himself from smiling when he sees you having fun training with your friends, or dancing with them in the great hall.

-Him being impressed by your fighting skills, but also worrying about you whenever you go into battle with the rest of the army

-When he sees you having fun celebrating in the great hall he often finds himself daydreaming about the two of dancing and celebrating together.

-Eventually he is unable to hide his feelings any longer and one night, after a little ale, he decides it’s time to show you how he feels. Hvitserk ends up boldly walking up to you in the middle of the great hall and kissing you, one hand on your waist and the other holding your jaw. 

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I really like your lay smut. Using Yongguk was jjang!!! Can I request the same thing but this time Yongguk is your boyfriend and lay is the best friend ? Please and thanks ❤️❤️

Sure Love^^~

“Jagi where are you going?” Yongguk asks you as he sees you putting on some tight red skinny jeans that have rips and tears on them. You put on your crop top that says Love on it the white shirt with red letters showing off your pink bra.

“Out with Lay. You know that.” You say eyeing him as you go into the bathroom doing your makeup. He follows you inside looking down at you with a frown on his plump lips.

“What that outfit on?” He asks grabbing at your ass and you moan swatting his hand away.

“Yongguk stop it.” You warn as you do your makeup and fix your hair.

“Jagi these jeans are so tight. I can see the outline of your panties. And it you even bend over they will rip.” He says pulling you to him and you roll your eyes looking up at him.

“Baby you go every where looking every way. Girls are always over you and I don’t complain much. And lets need not forgot that you have a female best friend whose always to close for comfort. Calm down. Lay is my friend.” You say pushing him softly as you kiss his lips.

You grab you white chucks putting them on your feet after you slide on cute little footie socks. You lace them up walking out the room and down the hall. Yongguk follows close behind you as you move around the house getting your keys and phone. You hear the car horn of Lay’s car and you smile hugging Yongguk quickly so wound up on getting to Lay that you didn’t notice he was trying to kiss you.

“YIXING!” You shout as you run to his car hugging him who holds his car door open for you.

“Hello love.” He greets you his dimples popping out. You both laugh and hug again before he’s putting you in the car driving off with you.

You guys end up spending the day at an amusement park a surprise for you but it made since why he wanted you dressing comfortably. When you guys first get there you take pictures on your phone of you and him posting them on social media’s before you put your phone up noting that it’s on 5%.

You hold his hands throughout the day letting him play in your hair and touch on your cheeks. You show him affection back kissing his cheek every now and then sharing ice cream with him, you both blushing when your tongues get to close. But Lay is practically family. You’ve been known each other all your lives so you never consider the skin ship as nothing more then friendly.

You guys hold onto each other while you get on scary rides and water rides. He even wins you a big teddy bear that you name gunny before the smile reminds you of Yongguk. Soon the day is winding down and you guys are getting in his car to go home. Yixing drives you home deciding to record videos of you guys singing and holding hands because that’s what friends do.

When you get home you bid him goodbye kissing his cheek which he takes a picture of before you get out the car.

“Bye love!” You shout to him as you leave the car going to you and Yongguk’s home.

When you get in you take your shoes off smiling and singing soft little tunes as you walk down the hallway to your room. You open the door to find Yongguk siting on the bed phone in his left hand drink in his right hand.

“Oppa?” You ask him softly and he looks up at you scoffing as he downs the last of his drink.

“What’s wrong?” You ask him quickly putting your shoes in the closet so that you can go back and talk to him.

“Did you have fun with your boyfriend?” He asks you as you sit in front of him and you roll your eyes.

“We’ve talked about this before. Your just being over protective.” You defend crossing your arms.

“You know what maybe I would believe that. But I’ve been calling and texting you and no response. But I get online. And I see all pictures. Him holding your hands. Him holding you by your waist. You kissing his cheek. Sounds like things lovers do.” He says as he lays dark eyes on you.

“Best friends can do it!” You say pouting as your face heats up.

“So if I hugged Song like that you wouldn’t mind?” He asks cocking his head to the side as he watches you. You bare your teeth glaring at him her mere name pissing you off.

“That’s different.” You say through your teeth.

“Bull shit.” He retorts back and you stand it up.

“It is totally different! Besides she’d put her hands on you and try to get with you.” You say as he stands up.

“And your doing better? Let’s test your theory. I’m going to call Song and ask her to hang tonight. Since that’s what best friends do.” He says pulling his phone out of his pocket.

As soon as you hear a dial tone you snatch the phone from his hands.

“– give it back.” He warns stepping close to you and you shake your head backing up.

“No.” You say softly.

“Are you disobeying?” He asks his eyes starting to have a dangerous glint and you feel yourself starting to get turned on. Why not push his limits tonight? Sex would do you both some good.

“If you want it come get it.” You say smirking as you slip the phone into your panties resting right against your pussy.

Yongguk lunges at you crashing his lips against yours as he knocks you against the wall roughly a thud sounding off in the air. You whine out from the pain and Yongguk slips his tongue into your mouth quickly dominating the kiss as he nips and tugs on your tongue with his teeth.

His hands grab at your ass pulling you flush against his body and you can’t help but to tease. You raise a leg up and wrap it around his waist grinding up into him and he places a hand at your throat breaking the kiss as he looks down at you. You open your eyes wide when you see the look in his. Pure dominance. Pure coldness.

“You fucking bad girl. Disobeying me and teasing me? Daddy’s going to punish you tonight.” He snarls biting hard on your bottom lip until its bleeding and your whining pushing at his chest. He thrusts his hips down hard against you before he backs up letting your neck go so you can breathe.

Yongguk picks you up throwing you on the bed. He goes into the closet coming back out with red rope and you swear under your breath.

“D-daddy. Please. I’m sorry.” You whine putting your hands up in surrender. Yongguk shakes his head looking down at you.

“I warned you before. And you kept doing it. Strip and get into position.” He says leaning against the dresser.

Your groan getting on your feet deciding not to piss him off anymore. You take off your shirt dropping it to the floor biting on your bottom lip as you take off your bra palming your breast playing with your nipples.

“Pet.” He warns and you nod your head hooking your fingers around the buttons on your pants unbuttoning them and pulling them down off your body. You pull your panties down blushing at how you expose yourself to him. You get on the bed with your ass facing him, getting on your hands and knees. You lay your chest against the comforter placing your hands behind your back.

Yongguk comes up behind you binding your arms and hands together with one long red rope. He sighs parting your legs before his fingers trail up and down your soft skin slowly. He slowly slides his hand up the inside of your left thigh to your pussy lips before he trails it back down the right side.

“You know the routine. Count them out.” He says and you nod your head.

Yongguk raises his hand, quickly sliding it down to land on your ass. You jump a weak ‘one’ leaving your lips as your ass cheek stings a bit. Yongguk doesn’t play fair. He delivers ten hits to one cheek before he even goes to the other side to do the same thing.

You bury your face into the bed shutting your eyes tight your nails digging into the palm of your hand as he kneads your ass and glides his fingers over his hand print. He moans as he slides his fingers up and your slit feeling your wetness on his fingers.

“I forgot how much you like this shit.” He says as he starts to slap your ass again and all you can do is count out numbers.

After a while of knees digging into the bed with arms stuck in the same position you start to feel tears slide down your cheek. Your pussy dripping with want and need. You love when he spanks you. You don’t know why but it’s so worth it when your ass goes numb and the pain turns to pleasure.

“Now what are you going to do from now on?” He asks as he gets the belt starting to spank you with it drawing more yelps of pain from your lips.

“S-skin ship!” You whine out your voice breaking as fresh tears roll down your face.

“Good girl.” He says stopping. He kneads your ass again feeling a bit bad for you as you lay under him on your stomach skin red and he knows your ass is hurting.

“You took that so good. Do you want a reward now?” He asks you stroking his hands up and down your bond arms.

“I just want daddy inside me.” You say looking back at him.

“No tongue today?” He asks you as he strips out of his clothes slowly revealing his nice abs and tattoos that your mouth longs to taste. You shake your head your eyes running down his body to land at his now exposed leaking member.
He nods his head grabbing your hips and he scoots you down the bed some.
He grabs your hips pushing into you both of you releasing a moan of pleasure as he buries himself inside of you.

Yongguk waits for you to adjust as he leans over pressing his chest against your bound arms and back nudging your head to the side with his so that he can suck at your skin under your ear.

“Guk.” You moan softly clenching and unclenching yourself around his member. He hums pulling out of you and he slams back into you making a moan erupt from your lips as he pushes all the way back into you.

“Daddy’s girl is alright so tight.” He moans as he bites on your ear pulling his thick cock out of you slamming back into you.

“FUCK!” You shout out your eyes shutting closed as he rocks into you slow and hard each thrust seeming to be harder then the first his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust.

Yongguk reaches around your waist to hold you flush against him as he pounds harder into you whispering dirty words in your ear. You throw your head back mewling as he rocks into you a growl escaping his chest as he watches you come undone under him.

Yongguk pulls out of you as picks you up making you straddle him as he lays on his back. Yongguk lifts you up by your hips. His smirks at you before he pushes you down on his cock hitting your spot as soon as he grinds his hips into you.
You throw your head back bucking your hips down taking him deeper as he starts to bounce you on his lap. He watches your breast bounce up and down as he fucks up into you roughly the headboard knocking against the wall.

He lets your waist go on purpose making you fall against his chest and he laughs sliding hands around your waist to grab at your ass.

“Lay still baby. I’ll make you cum.” He promises pulling out of you and slamming back into you.
A shrill cry of pleasure leaves your lips as he starts to brush his cock against your spot over and over fucking you into oblivion. The only thing you can muster out is daddy and occasionally his name.

You feel your orgasm approaching you slowly, your hands digging into the ropes as you tighten up around him and he groans knowing your close. He encourages you while talking dirty into your ear mumbling things about how you love his cock being buried inside your walls and how your such a slut for him.

“YONGGUK!” You shout out throwing your head back as you feel yourself cumming.

“–!” He shouts at the same time filling you up with his warm cum holding you against him. He bounces you a few more minutes before he pulls out of you placing you on your stomach.

Yongguk lets your arms and hands go as he gets some lotion rubbing your ass to soothe the pain. He lays beside you and you drape your body across his playing in his hair.

“Forgive me?” You ask him looking up at him through sleepy eyes.

“I already have jagi.” He says giving you that gummy smile making your heart melt as you drift off to sleep in his arms.

Hell and Silence || Chapter Nine


Warnings: Swearing, Smut, Rough Sex, Oral (male receiving)

Word Count: 5,228

A/N: AH YES MY DEREK VANESSA FLUFFY SMUT CHAPTER! Who am I kidding with “fluffy smut” though, these two bang like sex-starved werewolves. 

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I turned, peering behind my locker and saw Scott coming down the hall, grin wide across his lopsided face. His kind of smile is contagious, so even in my sour mood I managed a smile back. I shut my locker, slinging my bag over my shoulder.

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“Ugh,” You grunted as you scowled in the mirror, adjusting the rigid corset tied around your middle, “I don’t know if this is right.”

“Huh?” Dis turned to you, her dark hair shone with a sprinkle of grey but still lush as it hung down in perfect braids across her back, “Oh, Y/N, I told you, it’s supposed to look like that…though it could be a bit tighter.”

“Tighter?” You whined and set your hands on your already constricted waist, “I don’t—Oh!”

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actualbird  asked:

KISS PROMPT!! #10 + pinkberry :3c

Brooke hikes up her dress, swallowing the curse in her throat as she adjusts the layers of tulle spilling out of her arms. It might’ve taken her a few months, but she’s definitely regretting her choice of open-toed pumps for today. Cute? Yes. Expensive as hell? Oh, for sure. But based off the blisters already forming on her heel, they’re weren’t really made for walking.

Or, in this case, escaping.

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Nursey Week Prompt #7 - Memories.

Derek places the palm of his hand flat against the wooden door in front of him, dropping his head as he closes his eyes. The lines of his body are clean and crisp in his dark suit, and his warped reflection stares up at him from his shined shoes, mirrored black shade a sharp contrast with the white marbled floors underneath them. He’s thoughtless as he presses his forehead on the door in front of him, ignoring his carefully styled curls, an anxious frown working its way across his face.

He lets out a quiet sigh and straightens up, tugging at the lapels of his jacket. Setting his shoulders back, Derek opens the heavy wooden door and steps onto the walkway. His eyes follow the pale length of it until he sees a matching pair of shoes at the end of it.

Dex stands across from him, looking anxious, amber eyes alight with worry. Derek feels the nerves drain out of him the minute his gaze alights on that familiar face, watching as the tension sinks out of Dex’s shoulders at the same moment. Derek smiles and takes a few steps forward, foiling Dex as he does the same, walking in time until they meet in the middle.

Derek takes Dex left hand in his own and squeezes gently before turning to face Shitty where he stands beaming the two of them.

“Mawwaige. Mawwaige is wot bwings us together today. Mawwaige, that bwessed awangement–” Derek cracks a grin as Dex turns fire-red, stepping quickly on Shitty’s toes.

“Beaumont. Fitzgerald. Knight.” He grits out, eyes wide. “You did not.”

Shitty smiles beatifically at him and winks. Derek squeezes Dex’s hand again and turns to look at him, at his soon-to-be husband. The profile of his face, golden bright in the afternoon light, prompts Derek to remember, a wave of memory washing gently over his mind.

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Gajevy Love Week 2017 - Day 2 - Matching

Gajeel was hunched over his workbench working on what looked like a long, thin piece of metal when Levy got out of the shower. She jumped onto the bed, not bothering to remove either towel as she sprawled out.

“Hey, Gajeel?”

She got a grunt as a response. It was hard to get anything more out of him while he was working.

“You know it’s the guild Halloween party tomorrow?”

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Please do the Pottermore Reading!

I’m seeing people throwing a fit about there being only one Great Wizarding School for North America and it’s stated on Pottermore exactly why. 

Wizarding populations of most countries choose the option of home schooling. Occasionally, too, the magical community in a given country is tiny or far-flung and correspondence courses(distance learning, it would be akin to online courses now) have been found a more cost-effective means of educating the young.”

It’s not safe to assume that all the magical children in the country would even attend the school but instead would be homeschooled or do their schooling through the mail.  

In regards to smaller schools that is also addressed:

“There are eleven long-established and prestigious wizarding schools worldwide, all of which are registered with the International Confederation of Wizards. Smaller and less well-regulated institutions have come and gone, are difficult to keep track of, and are rarely registered with the appropriate Ministry (in which case, I cannot vouch for the standard of education they might offer).”

This is also mentioned when discussing Uagadou,the African school:

“ Although Africa has a number of smaller wizarding schools, there is only one that has stood the test of time (at least a thousand years) and achieved an enviable international reputation: Uagadou. The largest of all wizarding schools, it welcomes students from all over the enormous continent.”

As far as Ilvermorny itself there are some things that are being stated in the schools story such as the sorting ceremony,wand selection and the robe colors. They’re simply being overlooked.

Ilvermorny Sorting Ceremony:

“ While the rest of the school watches from the circular balcony overhead, new students file into the round entrance hall. They stand around the walls and, one by one, are called to stand on the symbol of the Gordian Knot set into the middle of the stone floor. In silence the school then waits for the enchanted carvings to react. If the Horned Serpent wants the student, the crystal set into its forehead will light up. If the Wampus wants the student, it roars. The Thunderbird signifies its approval by beating its wings, and the Pukwudgie will raise its arrow into the air.

Should more than one carving signify its wish to include the student in its house, the choice rests with the student. Very rarely – perhaps once a decade – a student is offered a place in all four houses.“

Wand Selection:

“Once students have been allocated a house they are led into a large hall where they select (or are selected by) a wand.”

Ilvermorny robes and their colors:

“ The robes of Ilvermorny are blue and cranberry. The colours honour Isolt and James: blue because it was Isolt’s favourite colour and because she had wished to be in Ravenclaw house as a child; cranberry in honour of James’s love of cranberry pie. All Ilvermorny students’ robes are fastened by a gold Gordian Knot, in memory of the brooch Isolt found in the ruins of the original Ilvermorny cottage.

“They’ll notice!” Ray insists, pulling at her oversized jumper uncomfortably.

“No they won’t, you look great!”

I step back and smile encouragingly. Personally, I think I’ve done a great job; my girlfriend is dressed from head to toe in baggy clothes that hide her extra arms and tail wonderfully. Her hair is styled so huge that you can’t even see her horns, though maybe I went a bit wild with the hairspray. Never mind.

“I look terrible,” she complains. “They’ll hate me.”

“It’ll be fine, stop worrying so much.”

The doorbell rings and she gives me this wild look of terror.

“Relax,” I say, trying to sound reassuring. I give her a clumsy kiss on the nose and squeeze her shoulder before making my way down the hall to greet our guests.

As soon as the door opens my parents are on me like a pack of wolves.

“Helloooooo,” squawks my mother loudly, throwing her arms around me tightly.

“Amy,” is all my dad says, giving me a terse nod and leaning past me to peer into the house.

I manage to extract my mum and step aside to let them in. They look around with such interest that I’m starting to have my doubts about this whole thing.

“I’m so happy you invited us around! Oh, hey Amy I like this! What is it? Oh a globe haha I knew that -”

My mum jabbers excitedly while my dad takes off his shoes neatly, hanging his jacket on the coat hook by the door.

“So - do we actually get to meet her?” He interrupts in this quiet voice, and my mum falls silent.

I clear my throat. This is it. “Ray,” I call in the direction of the living room. “They’re here.”

She comes out slowly, her eyes wide, a fake smile plastered on her face.

“Mum… Dad… this is my girlfriend, Ray.”

It all happens fast. My dad scoffs and looks unamused, as usual, but my mum beams and holds out a hand to shake.

“It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you, Ray,” she says, and Ray holds out her hand too.

The wrong hand.

My girlfriend is so strong that the extra limb rips right through the fabric of the sweater, sticking out of the chest like something out of a horror movie.

“Argh!” Yelps Ray, hurriedly trying to retract her hand but it gets stuck in the hole, wriggling around.

My dad looks like he’s about to throw up.

“Wait, I’ll just…” My girlfriend says, and grabs at the material with another hand while her forth limb moves around underneath, making it look like the sweater is churning. I hate to tell her, but her tail has escaped too and is wagging behind her in frustration. “Sorry,” she says eventually, and holds out the correct hand to shake. “I’m Ray. Nice to meet you.”

The atmosphere is so tense in the cramped hallway that you could hear a pin drop, but I’m struggling not to laugh. Life with Ray is never boring - I can always count on her to make a scene. I just hope my parents can get used to it.

After all, we have a wedding to plan.

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You sighed at your reflection in the mirror. You had miraculously managed to pin your hair back on your own and your complexion was no longer sallow with the palour of blood loss. You reminded yourself of a medieval heroin in your pale lavender gown of radiant silk. Dis had brought you the dress, an off-the-shoulder number which swished faintly with your every move, informing you that should you try to evade your duties, you would face her wrath.

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